Chapter Thirty Boy

  In the messy alley, there is a concrete pool built up, and in this concrete pool, it is filled with dirty and smelly garbage.

  Two yellow-haired mongrel dogs were circling around a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, whose clothes were tattered and worn out, biting him. Meanwhile, a stout woman with a thick waist and bulging flesh stood by, her arms crossed, smiling and watching the commotion, occasionally shouting:

  "Big yellow and second yellow, bite this little rabbit that competes with you for food to death, bite hard."

  "Stupid! You bit his thigh, right, right, right... it was there."

  "Oh no, what a disaster... it's really terrible!"

  "Serves you right, who told you to fight with our two dogs for food? This garbage dump is the territory of our two dogs, and you little beggar dare to come over and join in?"

  "Bite him, bite hard..."

  Tens of meters away, Zhang Yi's body couldn't help but tremble with rage, flames of fury burning fiercely in his chest. He took a step forward, and halfway through, he randomly picked up two fist-sized stones from the ground before sprinting at full speed towards them.

  "Get out of here."

  Two fist-sized stones were fiercely thrown out of Zhang Yi's hands, one hitting the back of a mongrel dog and the other hitting the head of another.

  "Ahhh..."

  In the midst of a mournful howl, the mongrel that had been hit on the head fell to the ground with a thud, twitched a few times, and then lay still.

  Zhang Yi rushed to the front of the boy who was covered in scars and wounds, squatted down beside him, helped him up from the ground, and looked at his dirty little face which still had tears hanging on it. Zhang Yi's heart fiercely skipped a few beats.

  "Little brother, are you okay?"

  Zhang Yi grasped the other's wrist and asked in a low voice.

  The boy shook his head stubbornly, although tears rolled down his cheeks, he still clenched his teeth and endured the pain caused by the wound bitten by the dog, unwilling to cry out loud.

  "Hey, hey, where did you come from, you mutt? My big yellow! You son of a bitch, you killed my dog, I'll fight to the death with you!"

  A fat woman picked up a wooden stick from the ground, with a face full of anger and ferocity, rushed over with big strides, and heavily struck Zhang Yi from behind.

  Zhang Yi was currently taking the boy's pulse and observing his injuries, never thinking that the fat woman behind him would actually take action.

  The boy facing Zhang Yi clearly saw the wooden stick hitting Zhang Yi's head.

  His thin body suddenly bent down, his arms wrapped around Zhang Yi's head, and he quickly lay on Zhang Yi's head.

  "Bang......"

  The stick didn't hit Zhang Wei but heavily smashed onto the boy's head.

  Blood.

  From the boy's messy short hair, down his cheeks.

  The fat woman never thought in her dreams that the boy would choose to take the blow for Zhang Yi. Seeing the blood flowing down from the boy's forehead, her complexion changed slightly, and she subconsciously took two steps back.

  Zhang Yi pushed the boy away with force, and after his gaze swept over the boy's bleeding head, he quickly turned to look at the fat woman behind him, as well as the wooden stick in her hand that was as thick as an infant's arm.

  "Bastard!"

  Zhang Yi's eyes turned bright red in just a few seconds, and he suddenly stood up, rushed towards the fat woman with swift steps, slapped her to the ground with a loud slap, and kicked her several times on her plump body full of fat. Only then did he shout loudly: "I've never wanted to hit a woman, but are you even human?"

  "You little beast, you dare to hit me? Do you know who I am?" As she spoke, she struggled to get up from the ground, and grabbed a wooden stick that had just fallen to the ground, attempting to hit Zhang Yi again.

  "A shrew, who knows no repentance."

  Zhang Wei dodged the wooden stick she swung at him and punched her on the head, although he only used a few tenths of his strength, but still knocked out the fat woman with one punch.

  "As a human being, you should have some humanity. You actually instigated the two vicious dogs at home to bite a child, which is simply inhumane."

  Looking at the fat woman's limp body on the ground, Zhang Yi turned around and walked to the boy with a broken head and bleeding face, who was sobbing with tears. He covered the boy's wound with his own jacket and said softly:

  "Little brother, thank you."

  The boy shook his head, even pushing away the clothes that Zhang Yi had covered on his head. He wiped the wound with his dirty little hand a few times before turning around and walking a few steps. He bent down carefully to pick up half a bun stained with mud from the ground, wiped it on his body, and put it in his pocket.

  Zhang Yi quietly watched the boy's movements, and when he saw him put half a dirty bun into his pocket, his heart violently trembled. He quickly stepped forward, grabbed the boy's arm, and pressed his own jacket against the wound on the boy's head again. In a low voice, he said: "Throw away that half dirty bun, I'll take you to eat big fish and meat."

  The boy's eyes had no tears, but with Zhang Yi's words, a look of confusion floated in his eyes, staring blankly at Zhang Yi, and after more than ten seconds, he murmured: "Why?"

  Zhang Yi said: "Just because you just blocked that stick for me."

  The boy shook his head and said, "No need to, you also helped me just now. If not, I would have been bitten to death by those two dogs. Big brother, hurry up and leave! You hit this bad woman, in case her family comes later, it will be troublesome. I'm leaving too."

  Zhang Yi said seriously: "Little brother, I helped you, but you haven't thanked me yet; you helped me, but I haven't thanked you either. Moreover, as a doctor, you are injured and I need to take you to the hospital for treatment."

  The boy stared blankly for a moment, then said: "Big brother, thank you. I...I don't have any money."

  As he spoke, his expression darkened and he slowly lowered his head.

  Zhang Yi revealed a hint of a smile, stretched out his hand to block his shoulder, and walked towards the medical hall: "Big brother doesn't want your money, I helped you, you've already said thank you. You helped me, but I haven't shown my gratitude yet. So! I'll get you treated for your injuries, and also invite you to dinner."

  The boy was being held by Zhang Yi's arm and walking forward in a daze, when he suddenly stopped in his tracks. That dirty little face looked up, and he asked doubtfully: "Big brother, are you really a doctor?"

  Zhang Yi fell silent for a moment before saying, "As a doctor, I studied under a senior physician. The injuries on your body, I can still treat them."

  "Whoosh......"

  The boy knelt down in front of Zhang Yi, tears streaming down his face. His white teeth bit into his lower lip as he kowtowed three times, sobbing: "Big brother, I don't want you to treat my injuries or buy me meat. Please, please save my mom! My mom is dying from illness and I have no money for her treatment."

  Zhang Yi was stunned, looking at the boy kneeling in front of him with tears streaming down his face, and suddenly felt a pang in his heart.

  "Get up and talk!"

  Zhang Yi reached out to pull the boy.

  The boy struggled free from Zhang Yi's hand, shook his head stubbornly, and while kowtowing to Zhang Yi with force, he sobbed and said: "Big brother, I beg of you, if you can cure my mother, I'll be your cow or horse, waaahhh..."

  Blood?

  Zhang Wei looked at the spot where the boy's forehead hit the ground, and because of the great force, the fresh blood that flowed out made his body tremble slightly. His heart felt as if it had been stabbed by a knife, and the pain was so intense that he almost shed tears.

  He picked up the boy from the ground, and Zhang Yi said firmly: "I will cure your mother's illness. Moreover, I not only want to treat your mother's illness but also treat your injury. Eat well and follow me. I'll go treat your injury first, and once you're cured, we'll immediately go see your mother."

  The boy's face showed extreme joy, although tears couldn't help but well up in his eyes and roll down his cheeks, a brilliant smile still appeared on his dirty little face.

  "Thank you, brother!"

  The boy followed Zhang Yi forward while excitedly thanking him.

  Zhang Yi gently touched the back of his head, which was uninjured, and struggled to lift his head, controlling his tears from flowing out of his eyes.

  This kid, he likes it!

  Old Wang's Tavern

  Smoke from kitchen rises gently, wine fragrance overflows in all directions.

  Shiwen Long strode into the tavern entrance with five subordinates and a young guide.

  Shop assistant Li Dajiang came up with a bright smile and said, "Welcome, are you dining in the hall or in a private room?"

  Shiwen Long's eyes narrowed slightly as he sniffed the wine aroma, scanned the hall a few times, and then said calmly:

  "Give me a private room."

  Li Dajiang hastily nodded and smiled: "Please follow me."

  In the clean and elegant private room, as the young man next to him ordered dishes, watching Li Dachang leave the private room, he turned his head and asked Shi Wendlong: "Brother, aren't we here to avenge Hu Ge? Why do we want to eat here?"

  Shiwen Long glanced at him and said lightly: "No rush, don't you think that eating first and then fighting will give us more energy?"

  The young man was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Right, right, right! You can only have the energy to fight after eating your fill."

  Another young man in a martial arts uniform next to Shi Wenyuan said faintly, "Boss, we've been rushing from Jinan City all night, and our stomachs are really growling! After dinner, they won't need to move their hands. Let me exercise my muscles for a bit? It's been a long time since I had a good workout."

  Shi Wen Long smiled faintly and said, "If you're interested, then go ahead."

  Half an hour later.

  The seven Stone Dragon warriors, who had eaten and drunk their fill, stood up one after another.

  The young man in the martial arts uniform twisted his neck a few times, and with a "crack" sound, he overturned the dinner table.

  A table full of plates and bowls suddenly crashed to the ground, making a huge noise that changed Li Dajiang's expression as he passed by.

  "What are you doing?"

  Li Dajiang rushed over and looked at the mess on the ground, suddenly shouting in anger.

  Shiwen Long ignored Li Dajiang and walked straight past him, coming to the courtyard where he coldly snorted: "Who was it that injured Shiwen Hu? Let him come out. Otherwise, today everyone in this wine tavern will have their four limbs broken."